A scrawny little guy
Soft as a plush toy
Clumsy and funny
But an adorable boy
Three parts nerdy
And all parts huggy
Skipping through life
As sweet as candy
With his innocence
Well placed at heart
And his goofy nature
That sets him apart
Yet don't be fooled
By the eccentric side
For that warm nature
Hides a clever mind
Crazier than Marmaduke
But he isn't all that bad
A hunter that's all smiles
Hello, Garth Fitzgerald!
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To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)
PoetrySupernatural poems that I write when all the: -massive emotional damage -overwhelming crack -severe obsession -rare inspiration -demon possessing me is too much to handle. 50% feels, 50% crack, 100% trash. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here! ××× ...
